Rules cannot be violated, and once you are restricted by them, you will be helpless and sad.
Just like this group of mutants, like domesticated cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, they have no freedom at all.
When the herding monk gives an order, he must run obediently without resting for a moment.
With another order, he must launch an attack on the innate divine fetus, or devour the corpse of the slain innate divine being.
Rotten, dirty, ugly and filthy, the process of devouring the corpse is not enjoyment, but unspeakable pain and torture.
For mutants, the corpses of gods containing the origin of gods can not only help evolution, but are also the most deadly poison.
After devouring the innate divine body, he became a mutated divine fetus that was neither human nor ghost.
Originally refined by divine fire, the mutants had all the residual poison removed, and their bodies were as transparent as flawless glass.
The pain is no longer present and the mind is unaffected.
I originally thought I was out of the sea of suffering, but I didn't want to fall into the abyss again, swallowing the remains of the gods, and the endless pain rolled in again.
The mutants wailed loudly, trying to get rid of the constraints of the rules and express the misery of their fate.
No matter how much we cry, we can't reverse the tragic fate.
As the devouring continues, the mutant's soul and body become filthy, and demonic energy and blood energy breed crazily.
Just like before, the demonic aura was billowing around him, exuding a ferocious and greedy aura.
All kinds of wails and roars came out one after another, and the sound waves got louder and louder.
This crazy, out-of-control state is what mutants should look like.
When the monks in charge of herding saw this, they immediately showed a hint of joy. This was exactly what they wanted.
"Good livestock, eat more, the more you eat, the better!"
The herding monks just have to be loud, and they look at the mutants like a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"This group of mutants has reached the limit of natural evolution. Is grazing like this a waste of time?"
A monk raised a question. He observed the various behaviors of mutants and knew that there was no longer the possibility of free evolution.
"These mutants are refined by divine fire and are prone to problems. If they want to return to their original state, they must be "nourished"!"
The leader of the monks holding the rule token casually answered the doubts of his companions. Although his tone was contemptuous, he always maintained a rigorous attitude.
Driven by the herding monks, the mutants continued to devour the remains, and their souls and bodies had been completely contaminated.
The purifying effect of the divine fire is now gone, and the pollution is even worse than before.
The mutants were in complete despair, like evil ghosts in purgatory, wailing one after another.
The herding monks extract the mutants, observe their appearance, explore their souls, and confirm that they meet the acceptance criteria.
The monk in charge ordered the rules to be driven, and the mutants gathered again and ran wildly in a certain direction.
The mutant's body is deformed and twisted, turning into a huge monster, and it looks like moving hills when running.
His running was earth-shattering, and he looked very impressive.
This crazy run is also a huge burden for the mutants, but driven by the rules, they must not stop even if they vomit blood and break their legs.
There are indeed some mutants who are in extremely bad condition, and every step forward is painful torture.
The monks responsible for herding seemed not to notice and did not care about the mutants' life or death at all.
Fortunately, this painful journey has an end after all.
Countless mutants appeared in front of us, moving slowly like puppets, but in fact they were spinning in circles.
As they move around, the mutants' strength continues to increase, and their aura becomes more ferocious and fierce.
Many monks were responsible for the defense. When they saw the mutants rolling in, they knew that a new batch of goods was coming.
"The cattle and sheep this time seem to be a little special?"
As soon as the two sides met, the leader of the monks in charge of the guards raised his doubts.
Calling mutants cows and sheep is enough to prove the opponent's mentality.
"These guys were kidnapped and calcined with divine fire, almost becoming useless products.
Fortunately, the rescue was timely and did not cause too much damage."
The leader of the monks in charge of herding had a sigh in his tone, feeling annoyed by the sudden twists and turns in this period.
Hearing the answer from the herding leader, the monk in charge of the guard also sneered.
"Those guys are also stupid. They dare to fight and struggle. They really think they can escape this disaster!"
There was disdain in his tone, obviously he didn't think highly of the escapees.
"As long as you enter this super plane, if you have no means of escape, you will eventually be killed and enslaved.
If you are smart enough, you should surrender and join immediately to avoid wasting time and ending up in a situation worse than death..."
The two monks talked to each other, looking unscrupulous, but they didn't know that there were ears between the walls, and the content of the conversation was already known.
However, these two monk leaders were still at the bottom of the hierarchy and had no idea of the real secret.
There was a lot of arrogance in his speech, and he was obviously a man who relied on the power of others, far more ferocious and ferocious than his master.
After the handover between the two parties was completed, the herding monks led the team to leave. There will be more mutants that need to be herded and trained.
Although this group of mutants is special, they don't get much attention.
After the herding monks left, the leader in charge of vigilance turned cold and waved his token to start driving the mutants away.
His attitude was bad and vicious, and compared to the leader of the herding monks, he was obviously worse than him.
It's normal when you think about it.
Facing so many mutants, being domesticated like livestock, their mentality will eventually be affected.
Even though the ultimate mutant possesses powerful combat power, he is still despised and rejected by the monks.
However, how can a beast-like thing be compared with a practitioner? Even if it has strong combat power, it is still a tool driven by slavery.
This situation may be due to jealousy and panic. After all, the existence of mutants makes the monks feel a little bit of pressure.
With such a huge number, even the monks feel scared, fearing that one day the mutants will gain power and ride on the monks' heads to dominate.
Now that he is in his own hands, he cannot miss the opportunity and must be humiliated and tortured.
If you plant the seeds of fear, you will not dare to resist easily, which is considered as prevention in advance.
Fortunately, the price of increased mutation is the loss of one's own sanity. In the end, mutants are all unconscious puppets.
A brainless guy like this will eventually be controlled by the monks, and there is no chance of turning over.
Following the trend of the rules, mutants go to different areas according to different strength levels.
When you reach the corresponding location, you can feel the rhythm of the Devil's Eye. When the frequencies are completely consistent, you will receive the energy infusion from the Devil's Eye.
The gains from practicing the Devil's Eye will be distributed to fellow mutants.
The Eye of the Devil is an ancient god-king, and the origin of god obtained through practice is immeasurable. Even if it is shared among the mutants who practice together, it is enough for everyone to benefit endlessly.
It is by relying on the method of accumulation of strength that the strength of the primary mutants is forcibly improved and they become advanced or ultimate beings.
As the mutants joined the camp, the previous commotion gradually subsided and everything returned to normal.
The rhythm coming from the Devil's Eye rippled like waves, and the roaring and wailing mutants gradually became quiet.
Facing the powerful force of rules, mutants can only be forced to assimilate and suppress, with no possibility of resistance at all.
The pain in my heart is beyond words.
But among the new mutants, there was a figure who seemed to be in a state of contentment.
It was Tang Zhen in disguise who mixed into the group of mutants and tried to practice secretly with the help of the power of the devil's eyes.